Lucifer Morning Star #2

He became the First Star — Lucifer Morning Star.

Disobedient star of the Creator, he succumbed to the maddening pull of love.

Despite manifold warnings, the Creator offered no wrath, only a quiet hand upon his back — and so did Lucifer descend,

cast from the kingdom of angels like a whisper cast into the abyss.

In exile, he tasted the forbidden sweetness of flesh — driven by a ravenous yearning to touch the mortal woman he had once been charged to guard.

The Creator, seized by ire, sought to punish the winged one who dared unmake the sacred law that held the All in order.

He banished Lucifer to the Realm of Hell,

where the fallen angel could never touch another without setting them ablaze, 

each contact turning skin to ash, breath to dust.

Lucifer, bearer of light, was condemned to endure the very torment he had sought to flee:

Despair. Solitude.

The agonizing silence born from the absence of the Other.

And thus, from his fall, the Creator wrought punishment: He allowed Lucifer to know the pleasure of his beloved once, only to condemn him thereafter to the eternal torment of a passion that could never again be fulfilled.

From this blasphemous union, a child was born: Molok.

The Woman  sought to hide the boy from the gaze of the Almighty,

until one night, his wings burst through his back like shadowed flame,

and he was seen by All.

The Creator, filled with dread and judgment,

exiled the child to Hell, beside his Father,

where Molok became the bridge between Earth and the Underworld — a living path for mortal souls to traverse in dread and longing.

And the Woman was left alone.

Haunted by visions of her son and her forbidden lover,

mirrored in the most scorching corners of her dreams.

They came to her each night like ghost-flames,

reminding her of the impossible harmony she had once known — with the First Star.